The conversation did not last long. Jiang Ding left behind a clone and went off to attend to the Immortal Sect's military affairs.
He arrived in the Azure Wood Middle Realm and searched the world inch by inch, not overlooking even the space beneath a single stone as he carefully sought the karmic aura of the Ancient God's arm.
Even as he worked, his attention was divided among many places. He cultivated, deduced all manner of sword arts and cultivation methods, and took part in the Immortal Sect's various research projects, never stopping for a moment.
This was bound to be a long and time-consuming process.
But it did not matter. A being with a lifespan of five hundred thousand years possessed excellent patience. So-called tedium was no more than dust, utterly insignificant.
Before he knew it, more than fifty years had passed.
"There is none in the Azure Wood Middle Realm."
Jiang Ding finished searching the last stretch of coastline and received his answer.
This kind of search required the use of special karmic arts; it was not a simple sweep of divine sense. It was no easy task even for him, and it had taken a full fifty years to eliminate one middle thousand world.
"The next one is the Cold Iron Minor Realm. I should be able to finish checking it within ten years."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself and flew toward the next world.
Along the way, intelligence from throughout the Immortal Sect flowed in and was shared with him. At present, the Immortal Sect's ten deep-space fleets were all conducting searches in different places. At the same time, the karmic tracking art for the Ancient God's arm was being optimized, the histories of world clusters were constantly being combed through, and new worlds requiring investigation